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And I have a life too .....
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Once upon a time there was an ordinary teacher who loved her job. At the beginning of her career, the teacher felt a bit like cuckoo’s offspring. Although she had a good teaching job, she couldn’t help feeling a little sad; she never had her own office. The thing was that within one day she taught different classes at different places. No wonder that after some time she’d had enough of her nomadic lifestyle and felt she needed to settle down and try something different. But she didn’t do anything. She waited instead. As luck would have it, one day she met somebody who asked her if she wanted to teach at the local grammar school. She knew that she would earn less money and that she would actually get more work, but she didn’t care. She was determined to go after her dream – a place where she could store her own files, notebooks and dictionaries; a place where she could make herself a cup of coffee.
Although she’d always felt like a born teacher, she was aware of the fact that she didn’t have the right qualification. Or more precisely – she was told she didn’t have the right qualification to continue teaching in the public sector, and she was advised she’d better get one soon. So one day she enrolled at university and got the right degree. Thus she became a fully qualified teacher, which made her feel really happy and respected. But she still felt a little sad; unlike other colleagues of hers, she’d never been a class teacher. She still remembers occasional remarks uttered in the staffroom or during a coffee break: “Oh dear, I’m so exhausted. I don’t know what to do first. But once you become a class teacher you’ll see for yourself”. Anyway, despite the fact she finally started to feel a little guilty for not being a class teacher, she carried on working hard. She discovered the magic of webinars and workshops, for example. She still remembers her very first conference – her boss’d asked her to go somewhere and she’d said yes without even knowing what she was doing. It turned out to be one of the best opportunities ever because her passion for professional development was born.
One day, all of a sudden, she got two fantastic offers to which she couldn’t say no; she was ‘given’ her own class and she also became the head of the subject department at her school. She felt flattered and she appreciated all the trust. The truth is that with the trust came a lot of new responsibilities, but she didn’t mind. She was happy and eager to prove they’d chosen well.
The ordinary teacher who loves her jobs knows how lucky she is. Most of her professional dreams have come true after all. But at the same time she realizes that the way her life has shaped itself is not just a result of her own decisions. She’s had dreams but she’s never come to meet them directly; she’s waited for them to come to her. She’s allowed hersef to be part of other people’s plans too. Does this mean she is an opportunist? I’m sure she’d like to think of herself as patient and determined. But maybe she’s just not too confident to go after her big dreams openly and that’s why she waits and adapts her actions to take advantage of opportunities that gradually come to her. Maybe she too shy to ask for something directly. She has secret wishes and she hopes someone will read her mind. Maybe she just waits and picks apples when they are ripe; or she plants seeds and quietly watches them grow before she harvests the crop…